Was it a calculated display, or was it the outlet for an emotion altogether too strong for the man's restraint? He inclined to the former belief.
“Nothin'has happened?” he enquired presently, in his direct fashion.
Jeff laughed without any visible sign of lightness.
“No,” he said. Then with a deep sigh. “Thank God nothing has happened. But——”
“Then the trouble——?”
“The trouble? Say, Bud, try to get it all as I see it. It's difficult. The boy's away up trapping and shooting—for a living—somewhere in the Cathills. He's away there living on hard pan, while I'm here steadily traipsing on with you to a big pile. Remember he's my other—half. Do you know how I feel? No, you can't. Say, he's as merry as I am—dour. He's as fond of life, and play, and the good things of the world as I'm indifferent to 'em. He's reckless—he'sweak .” Suddenly Jeff's eyes lit. A great passion seemed to surge through his whole body. “Bud, I want him here. I want to be always around to help him when he gets bumping into potholes. It's that weakness that sets me crazy when I think. He ain't made for the dreary grind of the life we live. That's why he cut it out when I came here. Well there's no grind for him now, and I want to have him come along and share in with me. That's why I'm talking now. From this moment on we're a great proposition in the ranching world, and I want Ronny to share in with me.”
Bud nodded.
“I get it,” he said. Then he added: “You're a great feller.”
“Great! Cut it out, Bud,” Jeff cried sharply. “It's my love for that other half of me that's talking. That merry bit of a—twin.”
“An' you're sendin' for him?”
Jeff shrugged, and depression seemed suddenly to descend upon him.
“If I could fix it that way I don't guess I'd have opened my face to hand you all this. But I can't.